I am the magnetic field maniac

Angron is Angron, once a slave and now free. His life is the source of his power, but most importantly - no one, no fucking one can enslave me anymore!

Astonishing power, perfect state, and power flow, Angron unleashed these to the extremes of himself, making him as dazzling as a shining blood-red sun!

The power of the Mad Valley, Angron has thrown his life behind his back, just for a simple battle of loyalty!

No, not only that, the most important thing is that he must carry out the path he is about to take to the extreme, no one can refute it, no one can save it!

I will keep going forward, no matter if there is a bottomless abyss or a wall made of iron in front of me! I will smash any obstacle and step over any hindrance. I will never compromise and I will never kneel down until I die!

From failure to rebirth, from slavery to freedom, Leon, the Emperor, or everyone else, please witness Angron's strongest punch and most domineering move! !

"Nine hundred and seventy thousand horsepower—"

The enormous power that far exceeded the upper limit oppressed Angron's heart, making it difficult for him to even breathe and speak! But even so, he was still accumulating this power -

So how should the next move be named?

How to give such a shocking killing move a resounding name?

I don't know. Angron has never thought about such a troublesome question! So, just pick a name at random!

"Slave-breaking Killing Fist!"

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117.After the war

That day, no one knew why the lion suddenly left Macragge.

That day, no one knew who Leon was fighting against.

Even the dark angels only knew that their father returned seriously injured that day and then fell asleep. Just when they thought it was another ten thousand years of pain, Leon woke up the next day.

No one questioned him, even though countless Ecclesiarch priests and Inquisition members were destroyed in the fights between the Primarch and the enemy, no one dared to question the Lord of the Dark Angels.

What's more, even if there are such bold fools, the dark angels will crush them immediately.

But no matter what, Lion has used the most practical examples to show everyone how shocking the power of the Primarch is!

For the new recruits who have no idea about the era ten thousand years ago, they have begun to make this story more and more bizarre...

Even the battle between the Emperor and Horus was exaggerated hundreds of times by some people with good eloquence.

The Emperor's Explosive Fist and the two supreme beings' battle to the Great Dao were all wiped out.

Of course, the soldier with such a bad mouth was kicked to the disciplinary camp by his political commissar on the same day... But the surviving priests of the state religion actually began to work on revising the "history books".

After all, for religious people, the more powerful their gods are, the more excited they are.

Religion is the oldest form of human competition.

The people in the state religion are the best among them.

This group of people have made countless "second creations" based on the original Word of the Emperor written by Lorgar. Tampering with classics is not just the work of that "hermit". Although the popes of the state religion did not dare to change it, they still had the courage to add some content.

Of course, no slander would be dared, and the added content was just to flatter the emperor's morality and strength in many aspects.

Especially during the Age of Apostasy when the power of the Empire was held by the State Religion, the State Religion bishops like Gao Zhifandier, in order to consolidate the orthodoxy, exaggerated the power of the Emperor to the utmost...

However, this kind of unbridled boasting came to an end after the state religion lost its power and the Reformation of St. Sebastian. The state religion, which had lost the right to annotate classics, could only study between the lines.

But now, the Emperor's children have returned!!

Not only did they return, they also showed such a powerful force!!

He can blow away a battleship with one slap, break through a void shield with ease, and shatter a planet with his strength! !

Wow, it seems that our praise for the Emperor was far from enough! !

After all, the emperor’s son is so awesome, how can the emperor be weak?

The scenes of the Great Crusade must have been a hundred times more awesome than what those useless historians in the Time Court recorded!

As a result, a classic re-editing activity centered in the Macragge Diocese immediately began in full swing.

Maybe when he looks back in the future, Guilliman might want to slap these charlatans to death right now...

After all, the flattery of him and his brothers that day led to some very bad consequences...

Of course, all this is a story for the future. The day after Lion woke up, fleets of various chapters, led by the Dark Angels, landed on Macragge, and in the presence of the State Religion and many Imperial institutions, they witnessed the return of the three loyal Primarchs!

Woo - it is said that the first thing Lord Lion did after his return was to go find Lord Guilliman to reminisce about the past. It is said that the heated conversation between the two lords even caused the earth to shake, and Lord Guilliman even cried later.

Wow, what a deep brotherly love!

The return of the Primarch is a big event for the entire empire, so in the capital of Macragge, the Chief Consul.

It was the traditional equivalent of a head of government proposing to the Primarchs that a great victory parade be held... an opportunity to publish the good news of the Primarch's return in the newspapers and send it to every world in the Imperium.

Lion and Jaghatai scoffed at this, but Guilliman believed it was necessary to inspire the people.

Only a few days after the great victory, a grand triumphal procession from Titan's Gate to Hera Fortress was ready, with thousands of war engines and millions of warriors lined up in a majestic array with different paint jobs and magnificent momentum.

Astartes from three legions - or rather, three legions of Astartes formed by hundreds of chapters split from the legions - gathered together... and began the military parade on a scale so grand that it seemed as if the glory of the Great Crusade had been recreated.

It is said that the spies sent by the High Lord at that time were terrified at the mention of it...

When the news reached Terra, the mortal high lords were on pins and needles.

After all, the last time the Primarch took the lead and gathered hundreds of thousands of Astartes was a small event called Horus’s Birthday Celebration.

Fear and that scene were played out again, and countless orders flowed out from the Terra Palace... The High Lords ordered the navy to deploy more forces back to the Solar Segmentum, even if it meant giving up the star region that was in the midst of war.

On the other side, the streets of Macragge were deserted, and citizens came out in droves to gather at intersections and squares to watch the ceremony. The cheers of millions of people combined into a deafening and long-lasting hymn to the Primarchs.

"Lord Guilliman, we love you!"

The Primarchs and officers stood on a viewing platform supported by marble columns to review the parade...

Guilliman was distracted while doing his best to respond to the enthusiastic Imperial people with the most inspiring gesture he could;

Leon had a sour face and said nothing. Chagatai was even more straightforward and directly skipped the uncomfortable work.

"Lion, keep smiling. We have an obligation to inspire the people of the Empire." Guilliman said in a very low voice.

Leon didn't say anything, but his death-like gaze was enough to explain his meaning...

"After this ceremony I will depart with Jaghatai and Angron and the Eldar," Guilliman continued.

"After both of you and Angron were hurt, you should temporarily put aside your conflict. The same goes for Fulgrim..."

"I won." Leon emphasized with a dead look in his eyes.

"I am better than Angron."

"Okay, then let's put aside the grudge for now." Guilliman said with a pale face and forced himself to stay strong.

In fact, he could have set off with the Death Army to the Webway four days ago when Lion and Jaghatai arrived in Macragge...

But in order to stabilize the situation on Macragge and ensure that the Lion would not do anything tricky, Guilliman endured four days of excruciating pain like being cut by a thousand knives.

The plague still lurks in Guilliman's body and has not been completely eradicated...

Mixed with Fulgrim's poison, it caused Guilliman both soul and body extreme pain.

The panacea brought by the Khan could not eradicate this psychic poison, and Guilliman had to distract himself from thinking about and dealing with the affairs of the Empire and a series of futures -

Guilliman lived every day wishing he could die on the spot.

But although he was not particularly welcome to have Lion among his returning brothers...he was the only one Guilliman could entrust with his affairs.

"Leon, when I go to the Webway, the Empire will let you take charge of all issues - do as I say, stay calm, and we can easily take enough power from the High Lords."

The Lion's brows twitched slightly. The glory of the Firstborn and his prejudice against Guilliman made him unwilling to listen to Guilliman... But looking at Guilliman who was enduring the pain, the Lion nodded slowly.

This was the plan. Guilliman, the Khan and Angron went to the Webway to get treatment and to establish formal diplomacy with the Eldar, while the Lion and Fulgrim chose to return to Terra. Originally, Fulgrim was to replace Angron... but because of problems between him and the Lion, they had to be swapped.

As for Leon, he was not happy to deal with those high lord insects...

Even if his temper had improved now, he was not sure if he could suppress his desire to strike those insects with a sword.

However, even for the sake of Sanguinius, Leon forced himself to be patient.

Damn it, I’ll settle this mess of the Codex Astartes with Guilliman later!

At this moment, the chief consul in charge of the military parade brought a magnificent laurel wreath made of pure gold, half-knelt in front of Guilliman and Lion, and said respectfully...

"Great Primarch, please wear this crown made for you by the people of Macragge, and accept the people's worship and love for you."

Guilliman's expression changed slightly. He knew he should accept this. He reached out for the crown and for a moment he felt a sense of honor.

However, a hand grabbed Guilliman.

"Lion..." Guilliman turned his head and frowned. He subconsciously thought that this was the Lion who wanted to compete with him for this honor.

"Don't forget what Fugen said, and..." Leon stared at the chief consul in front of him and suddenly stretched out his hand!

“If you look everywhere you should be and don’t find it, then the problem must be right next to you!”

In an instant, the laurel crown shattered, and then the consul who was caught by Leon let out a sharp wail!

The moment he started fighting with Leon, countless Astartes immediately pointed their guns here!

Lion had no expression on his face, and only activated part of the original body's essence. With a hissing sound, the flesh and blood began to twist and deform.

The illusion that clouded his perception was dispelled, and the chief consul's voice immediately became shrill, harsh, and unclear.

Next, the inhuman existence that appeared before everyone made even the Primarch and officers shudder.

It was a hideous body covered with scales, deformed and twisted, wailing and with knotted muscles. It wore a necklace around its neck, and the rope was obviously made of tanned human skin.

There is no doubt that this is a chaotic evil creature!

As Guilliman stared at the Chaos monster with disgust, a familiar whisper echoed in his mind -

He had heard this serpentine hissing only once, on Thessala, and that one time, it changed the empire forever.

"Long time no see, my dear brother."

The sound of the evil creature, so greasy that it was disgusting, so artificial that it was repulsive, echoed in Guilliman's mind, and at the same time made the severe pain all over Guilliman's body be magnified wildly!

“Hehe, you feel really bad, don’t you? That poison was prepared by the Dark Prince himself. Even if ten thousand years have passed, it’s still effective enough.”

The demon, or rather the voice of Fulgrim through the demon, taunted and mocked Guilliman.

"What a pity! This crown of glory is a gift I prepared specifically for you. It will make you feel extremely honored. Hateful Leon, why did you ruin this wonderful gift?"

"Fulgrim..." Lion stared at this disgusting evil creature and said coldly...

"You are truly hopeless. You deserve to die even more than Angron..."

In fact, if we talk about the fallen primarchs that Lion hates, Fulgrim is not at the top of the list.

Because compared to Mortarion, Perturabo, Angron and Lorgar who chose to betray voluntarily, Fulgrim and Horus were both "excusable" betrayals.

He did not choose this path on his own initiative, but was led onto this path by the evil god's design and conspiracy.

But now, Angron has broken free and found himself again, but what about Fulgrim...

His soul had actually already fallen once on its own initiative, and after ten thousand years of pollution, perhaps Fugen was already beyond repair.

"Hehe, Leon, you really make me sad when you say that." Fugen smiled artificially.

"I know what you want to do. But unfortunately, the Dark Prince and the Lord of Plague are not going to let your plan go smoothly..."

"Guilliman, you cannot leave Macragge, for if you do, the plague anchored in you will destroy your world and slaughter your people - and they have already begun."

"And Leon, you will never reach Terra in time. You will be late, just like you were ten thousand years ago!"

Fulgrim laughed wildly, but was crushed by the Lion without hesitation! As the flesh and blood exploded, the Lion supported Guilliman, who was unable to stand up due to the magnification of the disease and pain, and said in a deep voice...

"Keep going!"

Leon's order was quickly executed and the parade was not stopped at all because of this change.

But both Lion and Guilliman knew that a plague had come to the Macragge Sector!

And Lion and Guilliman also knew that if it was true as Fulgrim said...

The warp storm raised by the two evil gods together will definitely not allow Lion to return to Terra smoothly. Perhaps Guilliman can take the Webway... but there is no way that Lion and his fleet can take the path of the Eldar!

Because whether they lend the way or not, an Eldar webway opened near Terra would give those high lords an excuse to act immediately.

Today, the peaceful Solar Segmentum is no longer in a state of crisis. With the army of Primarchs taking the Eldar Webway and the latent reactionary forces on Terra, Lion believes that a civil war will break out immediately!

"Lion, maybe I should stay in Macragge. This poison can't kill me..." Guilliman dragged his weak body and whispered calmly and weakly.